Lirik Lagu Cowboy In The Continental Suit - Marty Robbins
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Well, he walked out in the arenaAll dressed up to the brimSaid he's just came downFrom a place called Highland RimWell, he said he came to ride the horseThe one they called The BruteBut he didn't look like a cowboyIn his Continental Suit.
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a wordHe walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heardA thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuseA meaner horse was never born than the one they called "The Brute."
The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eightHe walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gateWe knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes>From the inside pocket of his Continental Suit.
He rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing thereHe blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappearWe thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gateStanding just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate.
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quickHe stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neckHe pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called "The Brute"Sat like he was born there in his continental suit.
The Brute's hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground,Kickin' and a-squeelin' - trying to shake the stranger downBut the stranger didn't give an inch - he came to ride "The Brute"And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit.
Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching meHe said, "I don't believe the crazy things I think I seeBut I think I see the outlaw, the one they call 'The Brute'Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit."
The Brute came to a standstill - ashamed that he'd been rodeBy a city cowboy in some continental clothesThe stranger took his money and we don't know where he wentWe don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since.
The moral of this story - never judge by what they wearUnderneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaireEv'rybody, listen - don't be fooled by this galootThe sure enough bronc-buster in a Continental Suit.
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a wordHe walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heardA thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuseA meaner horse was never born than the one they called "The Brute."
The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eightHe walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gateWe knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes>From the inside pocket of his Continental Suit.
He rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing thereHe blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappearWe thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gateStanding just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate.
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quickHe stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neckHe pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called "The Brute"Sat like he was born there in his continental suit.
The Brute's hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground,Kickin' and a-squeelin' - trying to shake the stranger downBut the stranger didn't give an inch - he came to ride "The Brute"And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit.
Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching meHe said, "I don't believe the crazy things I think I seeBut I think I see the outlaw, the one they call 'The Brute'Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit."
The Brute came to a standstill - ashamed that he'd been rodeBy a city cowboy in some continental clothesThe stranger took his money and we don't know where he wentWe don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since.
The moral of this story - never judge by what they wearUnderneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaireEv'rybody, listen - don't be fooled by this galootThe sure enough bronc-buster in a Continental Suit.
